Novel & Cerita Best Jane Austen Novels

“Any favorite books?” She thought for a moment. “I guess I’ve always liked classic novels. Jane Austen, especially.” She looked at him, expecting maybe a polite nod, but his gaze held an amused glint. “Austen, huh? Let me guess—Pride and Prejudice?” he asked with a teasing smile. Kendall laughed softly, feeling her cheeks warm. “Yes, actually. How’d you know?” He shrugged, his eyes playful. “Just a hunch. The whole ‘stubborn but secretly thoughtful hero’ thing seems to have an appeal.”

she said. I took my phone and surfed as she had asked me and I had found a good libraries of books in the phone rather than in my own home. I mean I lack the sense of having the books in my home. “What do you want me to read?” I asked her. She snuggled to my side and then leaned against my stomach resting her head on my laps as she gently caressed my thighs. “Price and Prejudice,” she said. “The one written by Jane Austin?” I asked her.

For a moment, I savored the quiet escape from the whirlwind outside. "Hmm," I began, swirling the glass in my hands. "Let's see... I belt out questionable tunes in the shower, prefer quiet nights with a book to these," I gestured around, "and this Friday night attire is definitely out of character." "Books?" His tone was genuinely curious, not the feigned interest I’d come to expect from most. "Any favorites?" "Jane Eyre," I replied without hesitation. "There’s something timeless about a woman's quest for love and autonomy."

maybe it was a blessing. I talked with her quietly for almost half an hour, keeping the topic to plants and then moving onto our favorite books and authors. As her nurse had suggested, Daneen still could intelligently discuss details of novels she'd taught decades before. She was giving me her interpretation of Persuasion by Jane Austen when she suddenly broke off and turned to face me. Her forehead was puckered, but her eyes were clear. "Alison." She said my name, and I gasped a little. But before I could react more than that, Daneen went on.

I giggled. Nathaniel chuckled. "That's the best part." We remained silent for a while, and I noticed our fingers were slightly touching, I had hoped that Nathaniel would grab my hand but he didn’t, I quickly shook off the thought, I shouldn’t let my stupid emotions get to me. "What's your favorite book?" Nathaniel suddenly asked breaking the silence. "I love Jane Austen," I replied. Nathaniel smiled. "Mine too." “Oh, that’s great,” I replied and focused my attention on the movie, Nathaniel’s features became prominent in the dark and I didn’t want him to catch me staring at him so it was better to focus my attention on something else.

Well, aren't you his fan? "Do you have something else in mind?" he asks in a normal tone of voice, ignoring my question. How rude! I scowl, but I’m hardly affected. "Um . . . Northanger Abbey, Jane Austen," I tell him. "Or maybe . . . Sense and Sensibility?" I contradict my own choices, and he smiles at it. "Is Jane Austen your favorite?" he asks, a sweet glow in his cool eyes. "If we're speaking of Classic romance, then yes, she's my favorite. I prefer happy ending than tragedies, and Jane Austen always grants my wish." I go dreamy; oblivious of whom I'm talking to.

Ri says as he walks up the last few steps. I walk up the last few steps and move to stand next to Ri. Natural light filters in through the room. The entirety of the walls is covered in books. In the middle of the room are white sofas and mahogany round coffee tables. "Wow. This is amazing." "It's my favorite part of the house," he says and moves to sit on the sofa's armrest. I walk to one wall eager to see the kind of books they keep. I skim through the names of books and they all classic novels. All of Jane Austen's novels from Pride and Prejudice to The Watsons, take up one shelf. Above that shelf are Oscar Wilde novels.

She asked Pearl. Pearl started to say Bukowski but Rhys had ruined that for her. She thought about it and she remembered as a young girl the novel that truly changed her life. "Jane Eyre." She said. "The Brontës. It was Mr. Rochester that truly ruined me. A man and his ghosts. And a woman strong enough to love him despite them." She said. Erik looked at her. It took everything he had to stop himself from telling her right there and then she owned his heart.

Asher says and Dani nods. “Oh, so do I. Jane Eyre is one of my favorite books. There was another famous sister, Anne. I read her book The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall. I liked it okay, but I much prefer Jane Eyre. A lot of what happened in that book is reflections of what actually happened to Charlotte in real life.” Dani tells him. He just looks down at her and she blushes. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fan girl over them. I know most people find it boring when I go on about stuff like this.” Dani does not want to bore him or make him think that she is some kind of nerd.